Harry Levette, "The Aster" (1927)
By Harry Levette
Last of them all, thou pretty blue blossom,
Growing on hill-side and down by the brook,
By the long fence row, and close by the road-side
In bright sunny nook.
They are all gone, they which were Earth’s adornment.
They are all gone, yes, every one.
Sad place the Earth is indeed without flowers
To bask in the sun.
But thou art here as it were to give one more
Bright dream of beauty, before Winter strong
Sweeps on the Earth and with hard cruel fetters
Will hush the brook’s song.
Lifting thy head high up so thy bright star
Will gleam up above the dry stalks and dead grass;
Proof, life holds purity, goodness and beauty,
Though all seeming pass.
Last of them all, thou pretty blue blossom,
Growing on hill-side, and down by the brook,
By the long fence-row, and close by the road-side,
In bright sunny nook.
Published in Opportunity, October 1927